


Trick or Treat!

by fandomtrash2611



Category: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Genre: 221b, Adorable, Apologising, Caring Sherlock, Child, Dark Thoughts, Eurus - Freeform, Family, First Kiss, First Time, First Times, Fluff, Forgiveness, Godfather Sherlock, Guilt, Guilty John, Halloween, Happy Halloween, His Last Vow, His Last Vow references, Idiots in Love, John Watson Loves Sherlock Holmes, John Watson is Not Gay, Love, Love Confessions, M/M, Mention of Season 4, Mrs H being adorable, Not Beta Read, One Shot, Parentlock, Pictures!, Post Season 4, Rosie - Freeform, Self Loathing, Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson, Sherlock loves Rosie don't convince me otherwise, Stag Night, The morgue scene, Trick or Treating, anyway enjoy this, bumblebee costume, can't think of any more tags rn, feeling, first halloween, forgiving Sherlock, fussing about her boys, gay bar scene, halloween party, john is a dad, quick one shot, secret feelings, you can't convince me that they didn't have something going on at the stag night!
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-10-31
Updated: 2020-10-31
Packaged: 2021-03-09 05:47:02
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,956
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27299686
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/fandomtrash2611/pseuds/fandomtrash2611
Summary: It's their first Halloween back in Baker Street for John and his daughter Rosie and Sherlock wants to make this one special. But it will get more special during a Halloween party the two attend at Mycrofts house.
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Comments: 7
Kudos: 82





	Trick or Treat!

**Author's Note:**

> Hello guys!   
> I quickly scribbled this down the last nights so please have mercy on any mistakes made.   
> I know a lot of you don't like season 4 but I simply had to because Sherlock making a costume for little Rosie and all of them dressing up? What's not to love?   
> It took me some time to find something suitable for John so thanks to everyone in our Twitter chat who helped me out with their ideas. <3  
> I do hope you enjoy this little ficlet and have a wonderful Halloween and stay safe! 
> 
> love, Y.

“Sherlock?”, John said and made his way over to the bedroom the detective occupied. “Sherlock are you there?”

He softly knocked at the door and opened. He found is friend asleep on the bed beside a stack of books and various fabrics. When John stepped closer, he realised what the books where about and what Sherlock had been up to in here. Smiling he quietly closed the door again and stepped back to the kitchen where he had put his daughter into the high chair for dinner.

“ S’lock ?”, she asked and looked at John. 

“He’s sleeping darling. We’ll put something aside for him.”

John put a small plate of tonight’s dinner in front of his daughter and started feeding her with some pasta he had prepared. After dinner he bathed her and took her to bed. Then he made himself a cup of tea, cleaned the dishes and sat in his old armchair in front of the fireplace to read today’s papers. An hour later he heard Sherlock’s bedroom door open and light footsteps coming down the small hallway towards him. Tired the detective stood by his side and looked around. 

“Slept well?”, John asked and looked at him which was a mistake. 

Sherlock’s curls where more ruffled than usual, his shirt more unbuttoned and half pulled out of his trousers, his feet bare and his eyes still dark and full of tiredness.

“How late is it?”

“About 8 o’clock. I put some dinner aside for you. It’s in the fridge if you like.”

Sherlock nodded and sat in his armchair, letting his hand slide through his ruffled hair and sighing. John couldn’t look away. He was captured by his sleep drunk figure and loveliness. Stop staring Watson, he shouted at himself.

“I saw what you did there. It’s a nice gesture. But wouldn’t it be better just to buy a costume for Halloween?”

“I want her to wear something special John.”

Sherlock explained simply while both thought about the fabrics and books about Halloween costumes for kids Sherlock had in his room. He wanted something special for Rosie. John’s heart swell and he felt happy for once.

“What will you wear?”, John wanted to know after a while of silence.    
“Oh that’s a surprise”, he smiled cheekily and John smiled as well.

“So it’s official then. We will head trick or treating with Rosie like a real family.”

“We are a real family”, Sherlock said hurt and John could see what he had done. 

“I’m sorry...”, he mumbled ashamed and got up to put his cup away while Sherlock watched him.

It had been about 8 months now since John had moved back in with little Rosie. She was over a year now and started walking a while ago while speaking wasn’t her strong suit yet. She brabbled and said some words but wasn’t very far in her development. He knew it had to do with all that had happened. Her mum dying, Sherlock and John’s behaviour. That he suddenly left her and then moving into 221B. His relationship with Sherlock was still weird after everything that had happened between them. Him blaming his friend for Mary’s death, beating him up in the morgue, everything with Eurus. John sighed at the thought and he felt bad for telling Sherlock those things. That they weren’t a real family. He knew the detective cared as much as he did about Rosie and that both still had feelings for each other that were way deeper than friendship. John suppressed the thought and sighed while he leaned against the kitchen counter. 

“John”, Sherlock said softly a few feet away and then stood beside him. “Stop beating yourself up for all that happened. I can still see you doing it.”

“I’m sorry. I...” 

John had no idea what to say so he stayed silent. Sherlock wasn’t mad at him. He understood what John was going through and he had blamed himself a bit for all that had happened.

“What will you go as?”, he asked to distract the doctor from his dark thoughts.

“I don’t know.”

The two friends parted soon after some light Halloween conversation and John headed to bed while Sherlock worked on Rosie’s costume. The doctor lay awake, listening to the steady breathing of his daughter in the crib beside him. His thoughts swirled around Mary and Sherlock. She had shot his best friend, had lied and had vanished and he had hated her in the end. He knew that things would have never worked out between them, even with Rosie at their side. He sometimes wished she would have never gotten pregnant although he loved his daughter very much. She was the only good thing that had come out of all this after Sherlock’s fall. Yes, Sherlock jumping had broken him more than her death in fact. He had headed into this relationship to forget about his feelings and his best friend who was gone forever. Then with the return of the detective everything had changed again. He had stayed with Mary, hoping for a different and normal live. Yet he hadn’t found it. He had gotten wrapped up in this nearly affair with another woman. Sherlock’s sister in fact! He had beat up his best friend and had damaged their friendship forever over the hate in his heart. Hate mostly for himself – he now realised. John sighed and turned to his other side where he looked at the door of his old room. Sherlock had been quick with forgiving. Saved his life from his sister, offered him to move in again and help him with Rosie. He didn’t deserve the kindness and forgiveness Sherlock had shown him. He deserved nothing of this. And that was what he was currently working on with his therapist. The self-loathing. He knew it had to stop, but also knew that it would never. He had always been like this and it was part of who he was. He just hoped that he would be a good father and a better friend than he had been the last year. After a while he listened to the sounds downstairs. He heard Sherlock humming while probably working on Rosie’s costume. He smiled and with the sound of Sherlock downstairs, he soon calmed down and fell asleep. 

The next morning, he got woken up by Rosie’s soft cries. 

“Dada... Dada...”, she mumbled during her cries.

“I’m coming”, he said as soon as he was awake enough to realise what was going on.

He made his way out of bed and stepped to the crib where Rosie was holding her little arms up to him. He put her up and kissed her cheek. 

“Let’s get you ready for today, shall we sweetheart?”, he said and got his daughter ready for today before they made their way downstairs.

“ S’lock breakfast”, Rosie said and smiled while her little hands held part of his pullover between her little fists.

“Yes dear”, he smiled before he put her into the high chair again to prepare breakfast.

He was just making the tea when he heard a shout from the bedroom and some cursing. Then Sherlock emerged from his room and stepped to the kitchen where he found Rosie in her chair, putting her little arms towards him and John making breakfast.

“You okay?”, the doctor asked after his shout.

“Yeah... Just... needles”, he said and put his bleeding thumb back into his mouth.

John laughed and watched him from the corner of his eye. He wore some pyjama buttons and a t-shirt. He could see his broad shoulders underneath the soft material and his small hips. He was bare feet once more and his hair was ruffled. He put Rosie into his arms and kissed her cheek before he mumbled something to her and the little girl laughed. John smiled at the scene. It was so domestic and normal and happy even. John put a plate with food in front of Sherlock and a cup of tea. The younger one ate with one hand while he held Rosie in the other one, occasionally feeding her some eggs and bread. John watched him in his thoughts and Sherlock realised. Something was wrong. He could see that John had slept not enough and badly and that he was overthinking things again. Yet he stayed silent for once and just ate with Rosie on his lap, talking to her. He truly loved John’s daughter and he had been glad when John had asked him if he and Rosie could come back to Baker Street. They heard footsteps on the stairwell outside and a few moments later Mrs Hudson peaked inside.

“Huhu...”, she said happily, looking at the domestic scene in front of her.

“Good morning Mrs Hudson”, John said and smiled at the old lady. “Come on in.”

“Good morning boys”, she said cheerful and let her hand brush over Rosie’s head while the little one smiled at her.

“Nana..”, she said and they all were startled. 

“Oh dear... I’m not your nana. I’m just the landlady”, she said and stroke her cheek but Rosie didn’t care.

“Nana”, she said once more and Sherlock beamed with pride at his goddaughter.

“Tea?”, John asked her but Mrs Hudson shook her head. 

“I just wanted to check in on you and  give you the mail.”

She handed John a few envelopes and sat down while Sherlock handed her Rosie who was now fully occupied with the old lady. John smiled and opened the letters. Some invoices and an invitation to a Halloween party from Greg. Hosted by Mycroft.

“What the...”

“Yes”, Sherlock smiled and looked at John. 

“Your brother and Greg?”

“Yes, I thought you knew”, Sherlock said surprised, scrutinizing the doctor.

“No.. I must have missed it...”

Sherlock looked at his flatmate for a while before he continued to eat his breakfast. John seemed absent and worried. About Lestrade? Possible, but why? Why hadn’t he even noticed that the DI and his brother had an affair for quite some time. Everyone noticed. The younger one decided that he’d find out what was going on with the doctor. Maybe at the Halloween party, he intended to visit with John by his side. It would be a nice evening and it would distract John a little from whatever was on his mind.

“Mrs Hudson, would you mind looking for Rosie tonight? We’re invited to my brother’s party and would love to join”, he said and she was thrilled.

“Of course! I’d love to! You just go and enjoy yourself boys, we’ll have a wonderful time here”, she said and kissed Rosie on the cheek who squealed happily.

John was surprised at Sherlock’s comment but accepted. He really wanted to go out and have a beer and some light conversation with Greg. It would distract him a bit.

The rest of the day was calm and it was late that night when Sherlock finally finished Rosie’s costume. Proud about what he had made, he left his bedroom and found John asleep on the sofa. His doctor needed sleep. He had seen it at the dark circles under his eyes and his grumpy mood most of the time. Quietly, not to wake John, Sherlock looked after his goddaughter and then had a cup of tea while watching John who had started talking in his sleep. It was fascinating and yet he was startled, since John seemed to dream about him. He often mumbled his name and some bits he couldn’t really understand. Sherlock listened carefully for more but nothing his friend said in his sleep and he understood, made sense. An hour later John woke up. 

“Have I slept long?”, he asked and looked at his wristwatch by the table.

“No”, the detective said and emptied his cold tea into the sink.

John rubbed his aching neck after sitting up. He felt more rested and was thankful for an extra hour of sleep these days. He could feel the concerned eyes of his flatmate on him once again.

“I’d better be off to bed. It’s late and we have to go out with Rosie tomorrow.”

“Yes, sure. Goodnight John.”

“Goodnight Sherlock.”

John quietly made his way upstairs and changed into his PJs before he looked after his daughter again and headed to bed. Yet his mind was restless again, keeping him awake most of the night. Thinking about Sherlock, Mary, Mycroft, Greg and his mistakes over the years. Guilt and hurt clouded his mind and once more made it impossible to rest. 

Early next afternoon the three of them dressed up for their trick or treating with Rosie through the neighbourhood. She was excited when they dressed her in Sherlock’s self-made costume – a bumblebee and John loved it.

“It’s lovely Sherlock”, he confessed and looked at his daughter.

Sherlock smiled and slipped on the deer stalker for his costume. He was going as ancient Victorian detective and John loved it. He wore a dark green plaided three-piece tweed suit and black Oxfords. His hair was gelled back and not in his natural curls. He wore a golden pocket watch, tie and a black simple coat above all this. He looked very posh and elegant and very attractive – John couldn’t stop thinking. His cheek bones looked sharper than usual. His posture stiffer. The doctor once again smiled. Sherlock scrutinized John closely who wore a black suit and shirt painted with a white skeleton on it. Black shoes, an elegant walking cane, black top-hat and a white skeleton mask by his side he hadn’t put on.

“Interesting choice”, Sherlock said while he tried to remember where he had seen this outfit again. 

John smiled, fully well knowing that he had no idea.

“Thanks. Shall we?”

“Not before I took a picture, boys!”, Mrs Hudson said excited when she saw them together. They obeyed, put Rosie in their middle and stood side by side while she took the pictures. 

“Adorable!”, she shouted excited before she left downstairs and the three made their way into the streets to take Rosie out for her first Halloween. 

The tree of them had a lot of fun and returned late to 221B. Sherlock held Rosie in his arms and carried her upstairs while John followed him, carrying the small bag with candies. He got her to bed while John had a sip of water when he found a note and one of the pictures Mrs Hudson had taken earlier. Apparently, she had printed one out for them and John now looked at it. Sherlock had been right like usual. They were a family. He could clearly see it now. Fascinated he continued to look at the picture when Sherlock got downstairs, finding John like this.

“What are you looking at?”, he asked interested and stepped closer. 

There was barely any personal space left between them, like usual. John didn’t mind. Instead, the doctor handed him the picture and Sherlock smiled down at it. Happy about their little family. Their first Halloween together. He stepped into the living room and pinned it to the mirror above the fireplace where an old picture of the two of them was hanging. An old shot after a case Lestrade hat taken of them during dinner with him. They sat side by side in the pub, laughing fondly at the camera. Memories, Sherlock thought and shoved the thought away. It made him sad and he didn’t want that. Not after the perfect afternoon they had shared together. 

After a nice dinner by their favourite Chinese restaurant a few streets away and a pretty normal talk as  friends things felt more normal than the last weeks. John was stuffed and relaxed.

“Come on, let’s get to my brother”, Sherlock said and the two of them left for the small party after they had paid, to not be too late. 

But small was truly an understatement. The huge house Mycroft owned was full with guests and the atmosphere was exuberant, even at this time of night. 

Sherlock was looking for his brother who he found by the buffet, talking to Molly who was dressed as a witch. The four of them said their hello and did some small talk when Greg arrived with some beer and drinks for all of them. He was in a good mood and happy the two of them had joined the party. 

“So glad you could make it!”, he said over the loud music. 

It wasn’t even 11pm yet and some people where already quite drunk. They talked for a while and had a drink before Greg, Mycroft and Molly where off to other guests again. Sherlock stayed with John who got quite drunk very quickly. Sherlock had a few drinks as well which was quite unusual. Early in the morning – it was about 2am – John figured while looking at his phone’s watch quite drunk. He shouldn’t have had this much to drink, he thought while he stumbled to the toilettes. He desperately needed a pee and wanted to get out of here. The party was good but quite unusual and he hadn’t seen Sherlock for a while. He passed some snogging and dancing couples on his way to the bathroom. His thoughts drifted for a moment and he shook them away. This could never happen! After his visit to the loo, he got another drink and walked through the house to look at it more. He had never truly been in here and the last time was in Sherlock’s company to scare Mycroft. He ended up in the gallery where he found the long hallway with all the paintings of the Holmes ancestors. Creepy, John thought, shivered and made his way further down the hallway, away from the loud music and guests. A shiver ran down his spine and he felt as if he was watched but when he turned and looked, there was no one. I’m probably imagining things, his foggy and drunk mind thought while he staggered further down to an open door. Curiosity got the better of him and he entered and found himself in an old library. There was a cosy fire burning in the fireplace opposite the door with two armchairs in front of it. He heard the door behind him close and a familiar feeling behind him. John didn’t turn. A known smell filled the room and then there was a tall body behind him. 

“I know now”, a dark voice mumbled by his ear. “James Bond”, Sherlock said and John laughed.

“Thought you might get there in the end.” Both laughed quietly but John still stayed where he was.

He had made watch Sherlock all the Bond movies when they were still flatmates. He had been aghast that Sherlock had never seen a single movie, never known anything about the world of Bond.  So they had started watching the movies in the lonely nights together on the sofa in 221B before The Fall. John remembered quite fondly and smiled before he turned around. Damn, this was a mistake. Sherlock’s handsome face was quite closer and so was his lean and tall body. He looked way better than usual and John got weak. Was it the alcohol? Maybe, he thought but couldn’t care at all. He just wanted to take this a step further, damn the consequences. Sherlock saw it. The change in his breathing, pupils dilated, his tongue licking over his lips, leaning closer. He knew what was going to happen. He knew that John was drunk yet he wanted this. He had craved for John’s touch since they had met. Since the first night together after the cabbie case. Yet John’s brain once more started to function, thinking about the consequences and he stopped.

“What are you doing here?”, he said instead and waited for an answer, just looking at his friend longingly.

“I wanted to talk to you.” 

“What about?”

“You barely sleep and have doubts. You are full of self-loathing and it’s not good for you. Please stop John. This is important. I need you healthy. Rosie needs you healthy. Please stop thinking about the things that are in the past. Now is the only important thing.”

John sighed and stepped a few feet away. He couldn’t think clear. He was drunk and Sherlock this close distracted him. The detective watched him closely. 

“I’m worried”, he confessed then under the silent stare of his best friend. 

“About what?”

“Us”, John said and finally spoke the small word Sherlock had craved to hear all those years. 

“Us?”, he asked in a thick voice and waited.

“I hurt you. I know I did. Everything with Mary... I know I broke something between us, that day in the morgue and I can’t tell you how sorry I am. No words can describe my guilt over it. I’ll never forgive myself for this.”

John stopped, fighting some tears and the bad feeling that once more overcame him. 

“I told you John, it’s in the past. All of it...”

“We shouldn’t even be here”, the doctor said after a while of silence. “Not here at all. We’re both drunk and talking nonsense.”

“In vino veritas, John”, Sherlock mumbled and looked down at the doctor who had turned to the door once more and wanted to leave, but he stood in front of it, not letting him through.

John knew exactly what he meant. He knew this was bad. This would probably end bad. He was drunk and wanting. Wanted this for years now and was only slightly admitting it to himself. He still cared for his flatmate. More than a friend. Always had. His eyes lingered on Sherlock’s lean figure, hugged in this brilliant tight suit and he wanted to rip it off. Wanted to kiss him and ruffle his hair again. But he had to keep control. He would not destroy that bit of friendship they had so carefully build again over the last months. Not because he couldn’t keep his cock out of it. Sherlock saw the fight in his eyes. The fight with himself about what to do. Yet he couldn’t care. A little bit drunk as well, he stepped closer but John evaded him. And Sherlock let him. He let him leave the room. John hurried out and got back to the other people. He had another beer and watched the others. He saw Greg and Mycroft laughing in a corner and both looked lovingly at each other before Greg kissed the older Holmes brother. They seemed happy and John wished that he could give in this easily into his feeling for Sherlock. But then he knew that it was impossible. What would people think and what would Sherlock think? He had told him over and over all those years that he was straight, had shown it with all the girlfriends and even marrying Mary after Sherlock came back.

His mind drifted to the stag night. Both where heavily drunk, playing those silly games at home. Sherlock had said he didn’t mind when he had touched his knee after nearly falling off his chair. He had gotten closer on the sofa, had laughed and argued drunkenly with him. And John had flirted shamelessly with him. Especially in that gay bar they had visited. He had shown everyone who had made a move on the detective, that Sherlock was his and he hadn’t mind at all. He remembered the sloppy kisses in the bar, other men watching. But none of them had cared about tomorrow. Oh god! And yet he had gone back to Mary the next day. Fully well knowing that Sherlock couldn’t remember anything of it. Angry at himself for ignoring everything all those years, he drowned the rest of his beer and got another glass of Whiskey. He got even more drunk and Sherlock found him like this half an hour later. 

“We should get you home John”, he mumbled when he found him on a sofa in a corner of the room.

He grumbled something and shook his head. Just another drink, he argued and Sherlock let him. He knew drunk John and remembered, that he had no chance of getting him home when he was like this. The party was still going although some people had already left. But John could see that even Mycroft enjoyed himself and smiled. He was glad for the invitation and the good company. The booze and to forget everything for one night. Once again nature took over and John made his way to one of the bathrooms. He opened the door since he found it not locked and stumbled over a couple, shagging by the sink. 

“Fuck off man!”, the man shouted while the woman tried to cover her half naked body.

“Sorry!”, he brabbled and hurried outside, closing the door quickly. “Fuck!”

“John?”, he heard Sherlock a few feet away in a darkened corner of the hallway. “Are you okay?”

He could see the distressed and confused state of John who looked up now. If others could, he could do this as well.

“Fuck this!”, he grumbled and quickly made his way over to Sherlock.

Before the detective could say or ask anything else, John had pulled him down and pressed their lips together. There where sparks flying and immediately there was a familiar pull towards each other. Sherlock let him and his mind went blank as soon as they were connected like this. John took control and deepened the kiss, tongues battling, heavy breathing and too many clothes. He shoved them closer to the wall and the dark so no one could see them. The doctor was aroused and aching for Sherlock, pressing the younger one against the wall, shoving their bodies together. Sherlock let out a moan and John captured his mouth again after he had wandered over his sharp cheekbones down to his throat. Sherlock’s mind started working again. Feeling the kisses. Feeling John’s body pressed against his. The wall in his back. John all over him. The sensation.

“John”, he mumbled his name when their lips left for a moment to catch their breaths. 

“Don’t you dare stop me now Sherlock”, John grumbled. 

“No... Bedroom”, he said out of breath.

“Oh god yes.”

Sherlock shoved him away, grabbed his hand and pulled him to a room down the far end of the hallway. Under more kisses he shoved John inside and locked the door. John had no time to look around when the detective once more kissed him. They moved automatically. No thinking, just feelings unwrapped that where hidden for so long. Their hands started to undress each other, caressing their bodies with soft fingers and kisses until they both made love on the huge bed with the silken sheets.

The next morning John woke up naked and with a murderous headache. He groaned and buried his head in the bed. He heard a familiar voice chuckle beside him and looked up through one eye. There he was. His detective, naked as god has created him, beside John in bed. 

“Good morning John”, he mumbled grinning and leaned in to kiss him.

John accepted it and hummed something that sounded like a good morning. Only slowly he remembered what had happened exactly that night and he smiled.

“Oh gosh... I’m sorry I jumped you in that hallway.”

Sherlock laughed.

“It’s fine. How are you feeling?”

“I will never drink again”, he grumbled and  Sherlock laughed again softly and stroke through his messy hair. 

“You always say that.”

“Hmpf...”, John grumbled and looked at Sherlock.

His hair was a mess, his lips swollen from all their kissing, a love mark on his neck and his eyes full of love. John turned and looked through the room. It was huge and there was a lot of scientific stuff on the desk by the window.

“Where are we?”, he wanted to know.

“My old room.”

“You lived here?”

“Yes. After... Well, you know. After Lestrade found me in that alley and my rehab. Mycroft wanted to know I’m safe and keep an eye on me.”

John nodded before he looked at Sherlock once more and the messy trail of clothes from the door to here. He found a pair of handcuffs dangling from the headboard of the bed and some pretty similar marks on Sherlock’s wrists. He blushed and once again Sherlock deduced him in a second and laughed. 

“You do remember last night, don’t you?”

“Yes. Some things quite blurry but yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“I am”, John confessed. “Are you?”

“I am.”

Sherlock smiled at him. The one smile that was only reserved for John when they were alone. John pulled him closer and kissed him softly.

“I’m sorry”, he mumbled.

“About what?”

“I was an idiot for waiting all these years.”

Both laughed and Sherlock nodded. 

“You were. But it’s all fine now.”

“Yes...”

John once more kissed him and pulled him closer, their bodes pressing together and only the thin fabric of the duvet covering them. Sherlock moaned when he felt John’s erection brushing against his own. Lust igniting both of their bodies again.

“I loved our first Halloween as a family.”

“Me too”, Sherlock breathed heavily and kissed him again. 

“I love you”, John then said unexpectedly and Sherlock looked at him startled before his face lit up and he smiled at his doctor.

“I love you too, John.”

Their kisses deepened again and soon the two made sweet love in Sherlocks old room, forgetting everything that had kept them separated for the last years and only giving into their feelings and needs for each other. Nothing could ever come between the detective and his blogger ever again.


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